The Chamberlain Town Police Station is located on the corner of Main Street in a two-story building, on the first floor, and usually has only five officers and six civilian personnel. Despite its small appearance, it has a "long" history and is one of the oldest buildings in town.

At eight o'clock in the evening before the prom, a black male police officer was walking to the office while chatting with an old man in a tattered wallet in the hallway of the police station. Zhou Zhou, who was in a soul state, followed beside them. Neither of them noticed that there was a soul behind them.

The old man in a leather jacket carried a (tie spring gun) on his back. Zhou Zhou knew from Denis's memory that the old man's name was Henry Owen.

The townspeople called him Old Man Hendy, and he owned a small private farm in North Chamberlain.

Old man Henry is not at all like the bad-tempered but kind-hearted old farmer described in pastoral novels, but is stingy. When the apples are not ripe, his shotgun is never loaded with solid bullets, but with loose bullets. Last semester, he hit one of Nolan's accomplices, Freddy, with a No. 6 shotshot and accused Freddy of stealing. Because of this, the old farmer became thoroughly famous at Ewen Middle School.

Zhou Zhou now took a fancy to the reed gun (empty**) on his back.

Originally, Zhou Zhou's purpose in coming to the police station was to get a weapon to handy.

While watching the movie, he noticed that Carrie's mother was tall and quite powerful. Carrie, a sixteen-year-old child, was pushed into the closet by her mother.

It's not very realistic to rely on the poisonous insect Denis to deal with Carrie's mother with his bare hands.

In order to be sure, Zhou Zhou felt that he should get a gun. He walked around the whole town of Chamberlain, but there was no gun shop, so he had to retreat to the police station. Here he met Old Man Hendy.

Old man Hengdi is very old, and the flame of life hidden in his body is already very faint. Zhou Zhou felt that he could completely possess him and get rid of his tie spring gun.

Zhou Zhou knows this kind of **, and the killer in the movie is this kind of gun.

It is used to kill livestock, and it does not look like a gun at all, but like a fire extinguisher, a large red iron kettle and a long rubber tube.

The sound of this gunfire is like opening a wine bottle, with only a slight flutter that does not attract the attention of the neighbors. The most important thing is that this thing doesn't use special bullets. It can also be used with ordinary stones.

With this "weapon" against Carrie's mother, she will definitely be able to take it by surprise.

"Hendy, what happened to your mother's funeral when she came to the police station? Has anyone stolen your persimmons again? The cop quipped, the floor rattling as the fat body walked.

"It's worse than that. Someone killed my pig and drained its blood. I only have one sow, and I still expect her to give birth to cubs. I even bought a ** for the breeding pigs. But now only the sows are left with carcasses. Old Hendy huffed and tightened the strap.

"Oh? That's such a bad prank. Are the pigs still there? The blood is gone. Do you have a suspicion? The policeman frowned and asked, pushing open the wooden door with the glass boat and entering the public office. Old man Hengdi and Zhou Zhou followed.

There was only one policeman in the office, sleeping with a hard-brimmed police hat over his face, and snoring one after another.

"It must have been Billy Nolan's gang of cubs who did it. These bastards used to come to my garden to steal a lot. The next time I see them, I must teach them a good lesson............. ”

"Are you sure? When was he killed? ”

"Yesterday I went to the funeral when I was not at home. I don't know exactly when. I said, aren't you going to send a csI to the site to check it out? ”

"You've watched too many TV series, right? Just such a small police station, where did netbsp come from; "I'll tell you when I'll find the little cub who killed my pig."

"Soon, soon. Do not worry. ”

The two chatted and talked, and it took a while to finish the transcript. Then Old Man Hendy left with a look of dissatisfaction.

Old man Hendy had just walked out of the police station when he felt a cold wind hit him, and then he didn't know anything.

Zhou Zhou attached himself to the old man Hendi, walked to the car parked in front of the police station, and opened the door.

Zhou Zhou started the car and was about to drive in the direction of Carlin Street. He had to hide his weapons beforehand.

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Half past nine in the evening. Ewen Middle School was empty. The night was dark, and the parking lot shimmered in a thin layer of mist.

A red Ford Mustang car pulled into the parking lot. Billy and Chrissy got out of the car.

They opened the lid of the rear compartment and unlocked the refrigerator.

"It's frozen solid." Chrissy frowned.

"That's fine. 22 hours is enough for it to melt. Billy replied.

Billy placed the bucket on the floor, then pulled a few tools out of the toolbox, tucked them into his back pocket, and grabbed a brown pocket from his seat. The screws inside made a clanging sound.

He worked unhurriedly, and that kind of preoccupation was a relaxed preoccupation because he knew that no one would disturb him. Chrissy followed behind him.

The gymnasium, where the prom was to be held, was also the school's auditorium, and where he parked his car faced a small row of windows that led to the backstage storage room. He picked a flat, spade-headed tool and inserted it into the tiny gap between the upper and lower sashes of a window. It's really a good guy, he hit it himself at the Chamberlain metal works. He fiddled with it for a moment, and the lock on the window came loose. He pushed the window up and got inside.

It's dark inside, mainly the smell of old oil paint from the canvas background of the drama club. The orchestra's music stand and instrument case are in a circle, and the thin shadow resembles a sentry standing guard. In one corner stood a piano.

Billy pulls a small flashlight out of his bag and walks with Chrissy to the stage, stepping on the red velvet curtain all the way. The floor of the gymnasium, where the four sides of the basketball court were drawn, was extremely smooth and shimmered at him, like an amber lagoon. He shone a flashlight on the front of the screen.

It was there that ghostly silhouettes of the emperor's crown were drawn on the ground with chalk, and they were to be placed here the next day. At that time, the entire entrance of the platform will be decorated with paper flowers...... God knows why.

He craned his neck to let the beam of light from the flashlight shine into the shadows above. The shadows of the steel beams on the head are intertwined. A short curtain obscures the steel beams, making them invisible from the site. The curtain also obscures out the row of lights that will illuminate the fresco of the phoenix boat.

Billy turned off his flashlight and said to Chrissy, "You stay down there." After saying that, he walked to the left stage and climbed the iron ladder nailed to the wall. The screws in the pockets make a cheerful jingle that looks eerie and hollow in the empty gymnasium. Above the ladder is a small platform.

He stepped on the beam and walked on it effortlessly, not afraid of falling at all. He hummed a popular melody silently. The dust on the beam was an inch thick, so he left a long trail of procrastination. He stopped in the center, knelt down, and looked down.

Awesome. With the help of the flashlight, he could see that the chalk line on the table was underneath, and Chrissy was standing next to the line. He whistled silently.

He marked the dust with an x, calibrated the exact position, and walked back to the platform along the steel beam. No one will come up here until the ball; The lighting of the frescoes and the coronation of the emperor and queen (they would be crowned in full) is controlled by a compartment in the background. If you look up directly from below, you will be blinded by the light. Only when someone comes up to the set room to pick up something will his arrangement be revealed. He didn't believe anyone would come.

He opened his brown pocket, took out a pair of Prithex brand rubber gloves and put them on, then pulled out one of the two pulleys he had bought yesterday. To be on the safe side, he went to the hardware store in Livingston to buy it.

He picked up some nails in his mouth like a cigarette and picked up a hammer. Despite the nails in his mouth, he hummed a little tune as he neatly fastened the pulley to a corner thirty centimeters above the platform.

He climbed down the ladder and lifted two buckets of pig blood, one in each hand, which was more conducive to his balance when walking the steel beam. He had been busy for half an hour, but the pig's blood still showed no signs of melting. He lifted the bucket back to the window, and in the darkness he was silhouetted like a farmer returning home after milking his head......

He went to the place where the X was marked on the dust, put down the bucket, looked at the chalk marks on the countertop, nodded, and retreated back to the platform. He thought about wiping the outside of the barrels the last time he went out to get them, maybe Kenny's handprints, maybe Don and Steve's. But it's better not to rub.

Maybe on Saturday morning, they'll have a little surprise. The thought made him pout.

He placed the bucket on the beam and took the twine that Chrissy had thrown at him

Then tie a loose slipknot on the handle of the two barrels with hemp rope, pass the rope head through the screws, and then through the pulley, and then throw the loose rope to the top layer, and then through another pulley.

He tied the rope loosely to a beam, and the dangling bucket swayed, and one or two drops of blood fell on Chrissy's upturned face.

"There's a good chance that Rose and that white will be a pair under the bucket; Mickey, Lucy, and a dozen others all agreed to help. Chrissy wiped the blood drops off her cheeks as she imagined a large vat of blood poured over Carrie.

"It's good to feed pigs blood." Billy stepped off the beam, thinking that it would be nice if it did. But for Billy, it's the same for everyone.

He began to think that even Chrissy herself was not bad.

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